folds.

I did not want to get out of bed this morning—

Still I folded my limbs into rhythms called movements,

Slow ones that got everything done

All in late timing.
I kept folding and unfolding,

Sometimes keeping my origami figure for hours,

Watching the youth around me laugh at being alive,

As I watched, wondering what that felt like.

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